Bangtan in Westeros???
Title: Seven Sons
Fandom(s): Bangtan
Rating: PG13
Word count: 1,524
Warnings: Mentions of blood and war
Summary: Seven families had seven sons, between them they will rule the world
Also on AO3
Seokjin Tyrell
As with all the children of Highgarden, Seokjin learns the quickest path to the centre of the briar labarynth before his eighth birthday. It takes half a year of practice to remember not to run into dead ends, or cheat the brambles by ducking through holes forged by countless impatient children before him. But standing alone, in the centre of his universe, he feels it’s worth it.
Years later, Seokjin stands before the Red Keep in King’s Landing, and wonders when the world got so big.
“Seokjin Tyrell, of Highgarden!” the crier croaks around the horns that step before him to mark his path. Green and yellow banners line the halls and the queen smiles when he bows to her, and he knows that to interpret any of it as a sincere gesture of goodfaith will run him into a dead end.
Or into the grave.
Seokjin bows, “my lady,” and his smile is just as politically candid as hers. At age eighteen, Seokjin begins to navigate the nobility on his own terms, safe in the knowledge that he’s played this game before.
Yoongi Greyjoy
Winter is no more trouble to the Ironborn than rough seas or drowned men’s tales. Where Starks face north and wallow in their future hardships, Greyjoys press on.
The Greyjoy men are plunderers and theives by reputation, the conquerors who never stay long enough to rule. Yoongi’s good with his hands, he builds the boats and wants no part in anything more gruesome than that. If the men of the ports need more than that who is he to deny them? The Ironborn do not sow, but they must reap.
Winter comes and the Starks seal themselves in Winterfell. Yoongi ties the final knot in the rigging of his cousin’s vessle and sends the Kracken forth. His father doesn’t approve of waiting for royal permissions - let the fleet go where it will, just so long as it returns.
Yoongi’s cousin returns but the boat doesn’t, weeks of care and craft scraping across the ocean floor, maturing into wood for someone’s fire.
Yoongi doesn’t care.
“That which is dead, can never die!” the survivors cry. Yoongi nods in agreement, accepts his tithes, and heads down to the docks to start again.
Hoseok Targaryen
All the money in the world won’t buy you an army loyal enough to make you king, but no money at all and you’ll never have the chance to find that out. Hoseok steps up to the Iron Bank and when he holds out his beggar’s cup ,remembers that asking for loans gets you further than asking for gifts.
“What do you want with Westeros?” they laugh, and Hoseok doesn’t let his smile slip.
“It’s my home,” he says. It is his birthright, it is his destiny, these people couldn’t understand.
Hoseok has never set foot on Westerosi shores save the rocky floor of a Dragonstone basement on which he was born. His mother liked to tell him stories of the stone dragons on the island bursting into life during times of war and buring a trail of glory across the continent.
The dragons didn’t breathe fire on the night they killed Hoseok’s father and drove him out of his kingdom forever, but Hoseok never really believed the stories.
He isn’t surprised when they deny him, nor is he surprised when the Golden Company refuse his offer of ‘riches untold’ when they arrive in King’s Landing. But under his cloak, his fingers tighten over the hard shell of a dragon egg biding it’s time, and he smiles at an unseen western shore with fire in his blood.
Namjoon Stark
Namjoon has never been inside Winterfell sept. First at his mother’s insistence, then out of fear of the Old Gods. Finally, Namjoon rejects the Seven completely and finds the silence his sister relishes when she talks to them not half as satisfying as the wind in the trees down by the Godswood.
It’s cold in the North, even in summer. Namjoon shrugs on heavy furs and goes to kneel amongth the forest - man cradled by the land, and at it’s mercy. These gods are not as kind as the Mother, nor as just as the Father; they are here to listen and to wait, but never to intervene.
As winter begins to set in, the lake in the Godswood begins to freeze, and furs or not Namjoon can barely stand the wind by the time second snow falls. He replaces the face of the Wierwood with the wall of his bedroom and dares it to pass judgement when he poors out his concerns to it in the dead of night.
His sister keeps praying that the Maiden will bring them new life, his mother teaches him the Stark code of honour (a set of rules she follows with religious fervour) and Namjoon stares out towards the trees. He doesn’t believe they can hear him, but he believes that they care.
Jimin Tully
When people speak of the Tullys they rarely talk of great warriors or valiant deeds. The Blackfish is their one great exception, but by and large the Riverlands never gained themselves a reputation for bloodlust.
Jimin watches children barely old enough to walk spear jumping salmon in the mating season and tickle trout into a state of euphoric bliss, only to hoist them from the water and crack their skulls against the bank. Violence is as inherant here as it is at Pyke - but they teach it through different channels.
He’ll never be a great fighter, or so the master at arms says, but Jimin uses speed like a second sword and fells oponents twice his size and half as slow. He’s not a hero, not the stuff of legend, but no one ever said that a fight had to be well matched to be worth singing about.
With war brewing on the horizon, Riverun falls into panic, and as the eldest son of the Tullys, Jimin doesn’t know if he’s expected to fight or to survive.
“When the time comes, you must kill. Kill them all if you must,” his father hisses in his ear as Jimin goes to mount his horse.
Jimin shakes his head, “I couldn’t.” The honest truth. He heads off to war thinking about the first time he gutted a fish, blood and guts oozing from its cold belly, and hopes to find victory where death never thought to look.
Taehyung Martell
The march of winter turns Sunspear over to chaos. The city’s eternal war between what is fun and what is necessary becomes harder to fight when there’s so little time left to do it all. The harvest must be gathered and the roads must be cleared, but the ocean will only be warm enough to swim in for a few more months and it’s such a shame to dry the fruit of the orchard when it tastes so much better picked fresh from the tree.
Taehyung bites into a peach and feels the juice run down his chin, wandering amongst the market stalls and examining the last of the trinkets ferried down by northerners before they lose safe passage and are lost till spring. His sisters had asked him to attend to the city sept and be back before nightfall, but it’s unseemly for a prince not to be seen amongst his people.
“Everything changes during winter,” the sellers mutter to each other dispondently when they think their customers aren’t listening.
The truth is that people are always listening, and growing up a Martell gives you an ear for twenty conversations all at once.
“We mustn’t let winter change us, my friend,” Taehyung grins at them, every time. He passes them a peach and watches their eyes light up with the promise of summers to come.
Jungkook Baratheon
To tell the story of Robert Baratheon is to tell the story of brute force laying terrible men low. Like so many children of his house before him, Jungkook hears the legend young and takes it to heart, and as we are wont to do when young, decides that the people most terrible are the ones he doesn’t like.
The challenge in raising Baratheons, or so his grandmother says, is to squash the glory out of them before they’re old enough to make trouble. Jungkook thinks that glory was put in people to blind, rather than leave them blinded, and conviniently forgets that it was glory the Targaryen’s drunk to drive them mad.
At fifteen years old, Jungkook is tall enough for a broadsword. He hacks scarecrows and hay bails to pieces in the courtyard and asks his friends if they dare challenge him - he’s only half joking.
The throne was never meant for him, but then again the throne was never meant for Robert Baratheon. Jungkook finds glory in a battlefield half a world away and when the fight comes home he follows it, shrieking at the skies to take him in a blaze of glory or not take him at all.
His brother rules better than he ever could, and Jungkook fills the halls of Dragonstone with tales of blood and battle. He is blinding because of it, he is blinded.
A/N: written as a follow up to a gifset I made lmao
Fandom(s): Bangtan
Rating: PG13
Word count: 1,524
Warnings: Mentions of blood and war
Summary: Seven families had seven sons, between them they will rule the world
Also on AO3
Seokjin Tyrell
As with all the children of Highgarden, Seokjin learns the quickest path to the centre of the briar labarynth before his eighth birthday. It takes half a year of practice to remember not to run into dead ends, or cheat the brambles by ducking through holes forged by countless impatient children before him. But standing alone, in the centre of his universe, he feels it’s worth it.
Years later, Seokjin stands before the Red Keep in King’s Landing, and wonders when the world got so big.
“Seokjin Tyrell, of Highgarden!” the crier croaks around the horns that step before him to mark his path. Green and yellow banners line the halls and the queen smiles when he bows to her, and he knows that to interpret any of it as a sincere gesture of goodfaith will run him into a dead end.
Or into the grave.
Seokjin bows, “my lady,” and his smile is just as politically candid as hers. At age eighteen, Seokjin begins to navigate the nobility on his own terms, safe in the knowledge that he’s played this game before.
Yoongi Greyjoy
Winter is no more trouble to the Ironborn than rough seas or drowned men’s tales. Where Starks face north and wallow in their future hardships, Greyjoys press on.
The Greyjoy men are plunderers and theives by reputation, the conquerors who never stay long enough to rule. Yoongi’s good with his hands, he builds the boats and wants no part in anything more gruesome than that. If the men of the ports need more than that who is he to deny them? The Ironborn do not sow, but they must reap.
Winter comes and the Starks seal themselves in Winterfell. Yoongi ties the final knot in the rigging of his cousin’s vessle and sends the Kracken forth. His father doesn’t approve of waiting for royal permissions - let the fleet go where it will, just so long as it returns.
Yoongi’s cousin returns but the boat doesn’t, weeks of care and craft scraping across the ocean floor, maturing into wood for someone’s fire.
Yoongi doesn’t care.
“That which is dead, can never die!” the survivors cry. Yoongi nods in agreement, accepts his tithes, and heads down to the docks to start again.
Hoseok Targaryen
All the money in the world won’t buy you an army loyal enough to make you king, but no money at all and you’ll never have the chance to find that out. Hoseok steps up to the Iron Bank and when he holds out his beggar’s cup ,remembers that asking for loans gets you further than asking for gifts.
“What do you want with Westeros?” they laugh, and Hoseok doesn’t let his smile slip.
“It’s my home,” he says. It is his birthright, it is his destiny, these people couldn’t understand.
Hoseok has never set foot on Westerosi shores save the rocky floor of a Dragonstone basement on which he was born. His mother liked to tell him stories of the stone dragons on the island bursting into life during times of war and buring a trail of glory across the continent.
The dragons didn’t breathe fire on the night they killed Hoseok’s father and drove him out of his kingdom forever, but Hoseok never really believed the stories.
He isn’t surprised when they deny him, nor is he surprised when the Golden Company refuse his offer of ‘riches untold’ when they arrive in King’s Landing. But under his cloak, his fingers tighten over the hard shell of a dragon egg biding it’s time, and he smiles at an unseen western shore with fire in his blood.
Namjoon Stark
Namjoon has never been inside Winterfell sept. First at his mother’s insistence, then out of fear of the Old Gods. Finally, Namjoon rejects the Seven completely and finds the silence his sister relishes when she talks to them not half as satisfying as the wind in the trees down by the Godswood.
It’s cold in the North, even in summer. Namjoon shrugs on heavy furs and goes to kneel amongth the forest - man cradled by the land, and at it’s mercy. These gods are not as kind as the Mother, nor as just as the Father; they are here to listen and to wait, but never to intervene.
As winter begins to set in, the lake in the Godswood begins to freeze, and furs or not Namjoon can barely stand the wind by the time second snow falls. He replaces the face of the Wierwood with the wall of his bedroom and dares it to pass judgement when he poors out his concerns to it in the dead of night.
His sister keeps praying that the Maiden will bring them new life, his mother teaches him the Stark code of honour (a set of rules she follows with religious fervour) and Namjoon stares out towards the trees. He doesn’t believe they can hear him, but he believes that they care.
Jimin Tully
When people speak of the Tullys they rarely talk of great warriors or valiant deeds. The Blackfish is their one great exception, but by and large the Riverlands never gained themselves a reputation for bloodlust.
Jimin watches children barely old enough to walk spear jumping salmon in the mating season and tickle trout into a state of euphoric bliss, only to hoist them from the water and crack their skulls against the bank. Violence is as inherant here as it is at Pyke - but they teach it through different channels.
He’ll never be a great fighter, or so the master at arms says, but Jimin uses speed like a second sword and fells oponents twice his size and half as slow. He’s not a hero, not the stuff of legend, but no one ever said that a fight had to be well matched to be worth singing about.
With war brewing on the horizon, Riverun falls into panic, and as the eldest son of the Tullys, Jimin doesn’t know if he’s expected to fight or to survive.
“When the time comes, you must kill. Kill them all if you must,” his father hisses in his ear as Jimin goes to mount his horse.
Jimin shakes his head, “I couldn’t.” The honest truth. He heads off to war thinking about the first time he gutted a fish, blood and guts oozing from its cold belly, and hopes to find victory where death never thought to look.
Taehyung Martell
The march of winter turns Sunspear over to chaos. The city’s eternal war between what is fun and what is necessary becomes harder to fight when there’s so little time left to do it all. The harvest must be gathered and the roads must be cleared, but the ocean will only be warm enough to swim in for a few more months and it’s such a shame to dry the fruit of the orchard when it tastes so much better picked fresh from the tree.
Taehyung bites into a peach and feels the juice run down his chin, wandering amongst the market stalls and examining the last of the trinkets ferried down by northerners before they lose safe passage and are lost till spring. His sisters had asked him to attend to the city sept and be back before nightfall, but it’s unseemly for a prince not to be seen amongst his people.
“Everything changes during winter,” the sellers mutter to each other dispondently when they think their customers aren’t listening.
The truth is that people are always listening, and growing up a Martell gives you an ear for twenty conversations all at once.
“We mustn’t let winter change us, my friend,” Taehyung grins at them, every time. He passes them a peach and watches their eyes light up with the promise of summers to come.
Jungkook Baratheon
To tell the story of Robert Baratheon is to tell the story of brute force laying terrible men low. Like so many children of his house before him, Jungkook hears the legend young and takes it to heart, and as we are wont to do when young, decides that the people most terrible are the ones he doesn’t like.
The challenge in raising Baratheons, or so his grandmother says, is to squash the glory out of them before they’re old enough to make trouble. Jungkook thinks that glory was put in people to blind, rather than leave them blinded, and conviniently forgets that it was glory the Targaryen’s drunk to drive them mad.
At fifteen years old, Jungkook is tall enough for a broadsword. He hacks scarecrows and hay bails to pieces in the courtyard and asks his friends if they dare challenge him - he’s only half joking.
The throne was never meant for him, but then again the throne was never meant for Robert Baratheon. Jungkook finds glory in a battlefield half a world away and when the fight comes home he follows it, shrieking at the skies to take him in a blaze of glory or not take him at all.
His brother rules better than he ever could, and Jungkook fills the halls of Dragonstone with tales of blood and battle. He is blinding because of it, he is blinded.
A/N: written as a follow up to a gifset I made lmao